This is a continuation of my sherlock FF. Enjoy
****Gwen's POV****
I stood awkwardly in the living room as John and Sherlock yelled at eachother. From what I had gathered, Sherlock had been on a case for the police and had lost something important. I didn't really want to interrupt them, so I took in my surroundings. The cluttered desk to the side must've been John's. From what he had told me, Sherlock didn't have time for desks. He was always on the move. A laptop was sitting on the desk. John's. I thought. Definitely. Normally, John is a neat person, always organized. I guess since he's off with Sherlock he hasn't really tidied anything up. I turned and looked at the couch. Couch, dark blue and worn. I had seen Sherlock laying there, I guess it was his normal spot. The left side was indented, as if constantly in use. Above the couch, was much more interesting. Bullet holes riddled the walls. Probably Sherlock's doing, from what John had said... Sociopaths are known to have violent streaks when unenterrtained. In the corner was a bright yellow spray-painted happy face. Certainly out of place here. I must remember to ask John about that later...... Nothing else caught my interest. I paced around the room, muttering to myself. I looked up to see Sherlock and John standing in the doorway to the kitchen, staring at me. John had utter disbelief on his face, while Sherlock had profound interest.
"Gwen?" Jon asked, circumspect. "What are you doing?"
I looked at him, confused. "What? Nothing."
Then, Sherlock spoke. "I could tell you were assesing the area. What have you found out?"
I told him everything I had found. Whilst explaining, I kept my hands behind my back and stared Sherlock straight in the eye. He didn't blink at all while I talked. He nodded a few times as I explained, but that was all.
"How did you do that?!" John gasped, exasperated. Sherlock and I broke eye contact and stared at John. "Sorry. I've only ever heard Sherlock talk in that... fashion." He said. I blushed and looked down. John walked toward me, and lifted up my chin. "That was BRILLIANT, Gwen!"
"Thanks John...." I said, smiling. Sherlock strolled over to me, looking me over with curiousity. I straightened and looked up at him. John and I were very close to the same hieght, while Sherlock was about 1/2 a meter taller than us. He leered down at me, a smile playing on his lips.
"John," he said, not breaking eye contact, "Keep her. She can stay. She might be useful...."
"Um, excuse me?" I asked firmly. " 'useful?' What do you mean, useful?" I asked defensively.
"I'm simply stating that your deduction skills, though not close to mine, may be helpful in the future." Sherlock said, looking bored. He straightened up and walked over to the couch. He plopped down and closed his eyes. "Useful, quite." He murmured.
